Three days until the move. More than three times today I whined inwardly over my (apparent) lack of progress packing-wise and lamented that we had decided on jumping at the early closing date instead of waiting another week. Then Haus Meister came home from work and reminded me that I had really accomplished a lot today, despite my self-judgment (and I can be my own worst critic in the worst way, believe me). Still, however, there was the nagging feeling in the back of my head that there was too little time to finish everything that needed to be finished.
Then, around 7pm, the kids hit Hypermode all at once. Hyper with a capital H. Suddenly, as I took out some of the recyclables and breathed in the cool night air, listening to the laughs and shrieks inside, I began to feel that three days before moving into a house with more room for them to run around in was just too…. long.